AN: Hi. The next chapter is here!
I'm sorry, readers- when I think of Alex/Wolf pairing, I think of interactions. I don't think of slash as much; more friendship, conversation, etc.
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Wolf was fighting off the other guards, covering Alex as he ran away. One of them approached him, and he landed a heavy punch to the man's face. The man dropped quickly. Using anesthetic darts, Wolf started to mow down the others that had appeared from a doorway. Several fell.
A yell interrupted his rhythm. "Cub?" he thought, recognizing the voice. What had the boy gotten himself into?
Another guard interrupted his thoughts, firing his weapon at Wolf. Luckily, he missed, but Wolf's sideman fell heavily. The bullet didn't go through his head, so he'd be alright, Wolf noted. They were all wearing protective chest armor.
Wolf quickly knocked out the other guard with a dart, and ran in the direction he heard Alex call from after giving a hurried set of orders to the remaining SAS men. A helicopter sound worried him. Was Dr. Grief escaping?
Running past a few rooms, he missed the dining room. Entering a classroom, Wolf stopped for a moment. A guard was there, standing with a machine gun aimed for the slopes. Using a dart, he disabled the man. Checking his ammunition, Wolf realized he was in need of a weapon once more. His men had the ammo, so Wolf seized the machine gun. Stepping into the hallway, he tried to discern where Alex was.
Wolf noticed the knocked-out guard in front of the dining room. Not remembering knocking that man out, he quickly ran over and peered into the room.
Alex was pinned against the wall by a table, and his hands were held by the monstrous woman. Her other hand was strangling Alex, and Wolf knew something had to be done.
Mrs. Jones' words hung heavily on his shoulders. She said Wolf was personally responsible for the boy's safety. Grimacing, he charged into the room and let out a torrent of bullets, aimed away from Alex. Luckily, none of them hit Alex, but a good number hit Mrs. Stellenbosch. The woman hollered.
Because of the angle, Mrs. Stellenbosch was thrown out the window by the heavy bullets. Alex slumped forward a bit, sliding down. Wolf slammed the door behind him, hoping to dissuade any other guards from entering the room. He then ran to Alex. He pushed the table to the center of the room, and Alex dropped to the floor, sitting against the wall.
Wolf shifted Alex so that he was lying on the floor face-up. "Cub?" Wolf asked, tapping the boy's shoulder. There was no response. "Cub?" Wolf asked again, hoping that the boy was awake. Wolf knew he was alive from the vein in Alex's neck; it was fluttering a bit unsteadily. Alex didn't move. Tilting Alex's head back, Wolf checked for breathing by placing his ear near the boy's nose and mouth. It was the first step in standard first aid for unconscious folks.
Wolf only heard the blades of the helicopter and the gunshots below.
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AN: No, he's not dead.
Hope you like my imagination! Like I said, I'm sadistic.
:-)